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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Move to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.