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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
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.