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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.