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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.