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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
CMW,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.