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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.