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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.