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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.