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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.