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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.