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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.