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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.