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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.