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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Wings,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.