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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.