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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Wings,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
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.