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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.