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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
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.