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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 theremin 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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.