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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.