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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.