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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.