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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Model 500,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Index,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.