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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Names,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.