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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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?
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.