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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.