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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.