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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.