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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.