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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.