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 Burundi 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.