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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Can,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.