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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.