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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.