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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.