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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
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.