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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Associates,
Franke,
The Victims,
Mars,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.