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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.