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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.