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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.