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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
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.