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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.