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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.