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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
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.