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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.