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 Togo and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
MDC,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.