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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.