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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.