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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.