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 Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.