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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
The Saints,
UT,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.