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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.