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 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.