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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.