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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
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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.