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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.