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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.