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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.