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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.