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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Skriet,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
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.