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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.