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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.