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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.