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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.