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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.