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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.