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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Cecil Taylor 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
CMW,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.