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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.