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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.