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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
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.