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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.