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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.