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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.