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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.