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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.