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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.