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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.