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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
X-102,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.