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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.