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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.