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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
CMW,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.