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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.