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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.