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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.