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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Wings,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.