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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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.