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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Gong,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.