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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.