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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.