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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.