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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.