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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.