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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
UT,
The Move,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
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.