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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.