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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.