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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.