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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.