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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.