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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.