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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.