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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
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.