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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
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.