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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.