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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.