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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.