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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.