Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.