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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Mars,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.