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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.