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 Niger and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.