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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.