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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
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.