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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Scientists,
X-102,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.