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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.