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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.