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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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.