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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.