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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.