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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.