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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.