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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Wings,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.