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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Wings,
Lyres,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.