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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.