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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
The Fall,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
June Days,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.