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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
10cc,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
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.