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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.