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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.