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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.