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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Main Source,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.