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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.