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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Nas,
CMW,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.