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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 snare and a 808 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Pole,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.