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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.