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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.