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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.