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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
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 Real Kids,
Scion,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
X-102,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.