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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.