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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.