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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.