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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '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 T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.