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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
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.