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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Index,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.