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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.