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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.