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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.