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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.