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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
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.