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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.