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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
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.