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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.