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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.