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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
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.