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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Brand Nubian 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.