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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.