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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
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.