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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.