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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.