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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Mars,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.