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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.