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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges 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 crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.