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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.