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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.