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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.