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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.