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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.