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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Quantec,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.