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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.