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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.