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 Korea South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.