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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.