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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.