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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.