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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.