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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
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.