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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.