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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Index,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.