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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.