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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Technova,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.