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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.