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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Television,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.