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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Wire,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.