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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.