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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.