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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.