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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.