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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.