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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
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.