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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.