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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.