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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.