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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
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.