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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
This Heat,
New Order,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.