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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.