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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.