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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
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.