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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.