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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.