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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Faust,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
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.