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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.