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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.