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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Kinks 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.