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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
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.