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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
ABC,
Technova,
Pole,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.