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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.