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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.