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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.