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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.