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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
the Human League,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
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.