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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.