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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.