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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.