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 France and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.