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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
AZ,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.