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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Crime,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.