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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.