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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.