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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.