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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
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.