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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
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.