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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
DJ Style,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.