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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.