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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.