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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.