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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
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.