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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Gong,
The Fall,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.