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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.