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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.