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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.