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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.