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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.