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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.