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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.