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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.