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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.