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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Count Five,
CMW,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
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.