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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.