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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Can,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.