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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.