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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.