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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
PIL,
Smog,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.