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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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?
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.