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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.