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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.