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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.