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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Wings,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
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.