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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
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.