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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.