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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.