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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.