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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.