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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.