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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.