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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.