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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
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.