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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Hoover,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Echospace,
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.