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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Franke,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
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.