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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
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.