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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.