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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
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.