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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.