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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.