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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
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.