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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Pole,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.