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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Fear,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.