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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.