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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.