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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.