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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
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.