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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.