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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.