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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.