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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
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.