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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.