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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Tom Boy 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.