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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.