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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.