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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
cv313,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.