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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.