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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
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.