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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.