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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
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.