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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.