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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.