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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Whodini,
the Association,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.