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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Cluster,
MC5,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Television,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
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.