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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.