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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
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Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.