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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.