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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.