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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Can,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.