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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.