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 Germany 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.