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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad 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.