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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.