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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a 808 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 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?
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.