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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.