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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.