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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
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.