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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
DNA,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.