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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 a güiro and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.