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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Cameo,
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.