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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.