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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
PIL,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.