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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
DNA,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.