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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 dance 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Lyres,
Japan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.