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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.