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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Television,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.