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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.