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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.