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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.