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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Duran Duran 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
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.