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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.