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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.