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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.