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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.