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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.