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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.