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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.