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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.