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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.