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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.