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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.