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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
ABC,
Hoover,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.