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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.