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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.