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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.