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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
June Days,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.