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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.