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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.