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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.