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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.