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 Cuba and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Swans,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
DNA,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.