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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.