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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Nas,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.