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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.