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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
CMW,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
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.