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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.