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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.