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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Japan,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.