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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.