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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Crime,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.