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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Magma,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.