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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.