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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Technova,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.