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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.