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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.