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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
ABC,
AZ,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.