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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.