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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Move,
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.