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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.