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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
UT,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.