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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Mars,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.