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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.