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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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.