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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mantronix 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.