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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Derrick May,
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.