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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
June Days,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.