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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.