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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.