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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.