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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.