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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.