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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.