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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Can,
X-102,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.