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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Shoche,
Scientists,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.