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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Flipper,
AZ,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
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.