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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Skriet,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
June of 44,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.