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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.