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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Whodini,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.