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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.