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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
the Germs,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.