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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Ossler,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.