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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.