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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Technova,
Darondo,
Scion,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.