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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.