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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.