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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.