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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.