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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Josef K,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.