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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
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.