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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.