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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
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.