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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.