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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
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.