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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.