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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.