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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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?
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.