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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.