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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.