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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Scion,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.