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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
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.