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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
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.