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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
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.