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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
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.