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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.