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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.