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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.