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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.