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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.