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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.