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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
June Days,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.