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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.