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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.