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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
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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.