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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Gong,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.