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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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?
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.