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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
MC5,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.