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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.