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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.