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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Index,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.