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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.