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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.