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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe 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 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?
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.