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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.