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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.