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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.