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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Magma,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.