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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.