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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.