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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.