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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
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.