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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
John Cale,
ABC,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
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.