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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.