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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.