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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Franke,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.