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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Index,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Brick,
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.