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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.