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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
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.