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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.