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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.