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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
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.