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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.