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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.