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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
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.