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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Magma,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.