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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
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.