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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Slave,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.