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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Panda Bear 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.