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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.