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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.