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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.