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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
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.