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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.