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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Erasure,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.