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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.