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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.