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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.