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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.