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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
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