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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.