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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Index,
New Order,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
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.