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 Finland and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.