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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
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.