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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.