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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
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.