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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.