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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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?
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.