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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.