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 Nauru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.