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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.