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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
This Heat,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.