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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Pole,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.