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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
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.