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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
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.