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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
The Names,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.