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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.