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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
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.