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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Wings,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
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.