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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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.