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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.