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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.