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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.