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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.