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 Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.