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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.