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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.