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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.