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 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Mars,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
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.