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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.