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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.