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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.