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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.