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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
CMW,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.