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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.