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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Index,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.