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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.