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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.