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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.