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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.