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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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?
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.