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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.