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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.