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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.