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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.