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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Wings,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.