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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.