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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.