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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.