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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.