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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.