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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Niagra,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
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.