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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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?
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.