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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Saints,
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.