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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.