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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.