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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.