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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.