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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
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.