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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
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.