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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.