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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.