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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
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.